Magpie
I picture myself sunning in the lush Georgia foliage,
All around me leaves dance in the playful breeze,
My silky ebony hair soon also joins the dance as it tickles my brown nose,
Life is peaceful on the farm as our slaves work the land,
Giggles erupt from my lips as my little brother chases poor magpies,
Chasing magpies are fun, but I prefer sipping tea and lounging around,
And my blood is still mine,
I picture myself with one foot in the grave,
Endless amounts of snow are accompanied by a chorus of cries,
I want to join in, but I must put on a smile and hope for the best, right...?
Thank you Andrew Jackson, now I’ll never be able to feel the warmth of joy ever again,
Or feel the warmth of my now cracked and tattered skin,
And thanks
I picture myself sunning in the lush Georgia foliage,
All around me leaves dance in the playful breeze,
My silky ebony hair soon also joins the dance as it tickles my brown nose,
Life is peaceful on the farm as our slaves work the land,
Giggles erupt from my lips as my little brother chases poor magpies,
Chasing magpies are fun, but I prefer sipping tea and lounging around,
And my blood is still mine,
I picture myself with one foot in the grave,
Endless amounts of snow are accompanied by a chorus of cries,
I want to join in, but I must put on a smile and hope for the best, right...?
Thank you Andrew Jackson, now I’ll never be able to feel the warmth of joy ever again,
Or feel the warmth of my now cracked and tattered skin,
And thanks